Dan got to go on a vacation. Oh no, wait. He got to go to work over in Europe, doing field exercises. So it was suppose to be work, except he got to do it somewhere especially cool. Even more exciting, for him, he got to use his mad Russian skilz. While Dan was off having fun, I got to stay home and take care of everything.
Somehow, without him here, everything became exponentially busier. I don't know why. Okay, not entirely true. Having to take 4 kids to 2 separate karate classes 4 times a week is a lot busier than usual for me. (Dan and I usually divide the labor on that one!) It seemed like I was always running from one thing to another. I didn't have time to sit down or relax or even watch the Olympics! It was insane. While the kids weren't particularly horrid, neither were they spectacularly better behaved than usual. As a matter of fact, one of my darling daughters is going through a phase where she is significantly more obnoxious, and another is incredibly whiny and slow to get anywhere. And my lone son spends most of his time sighing deeply and rolling his eyes at everything the girls do. So, par for the course.
Add to that the news that Marian not only has Aspergers, but ADD as well, and then the possibility that Dan could suddenly be out of the Marine Corps, and there was a wee bit of extra stress going on in my overly filled, yet curiously inefficient brain. (How'd you like that sentence?!!)
So, 4 weeks of going it all alone.
However, I know that I was not alone. How do I know? No one locked them self in the closet, or curled up under their blankets sucking their thumb. No bodily harm was inflicted. No one went stark raving mad. No one screamed incoherently at her children at all in 4 weeks! Oh yes, there were times when it was nearly intolerable. For example, Tuesday night, I was making dinner. Delaney was in a puddle on the floor crying and sobbing because I put mushrooms in it. Rylee was howling that she wanted to eat right NOW. Callie was reading her homework assignment to me. Marian was trying to talk over her sister to ask questions about HER homework, and Joshua was blaring away on his trumpet in the living room. And you know what? It wasn't horrid. I mean, it was because you could not hear yourself think, but it was more funny to me than awful.
That's how a lot of things have been. I have seen how not-fun things are, and not been bothered by it. Many many times in the last 4 weeks. I know that I have been born up on wings of Angels during this time. I don't know why I have had so much divine help, but I absolutely know it has been there.
And I am incredibly thankful.
Winter Ballet Performances Photos
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